Angel of Death

Millions of lives are conquered each year,
Yearning to take one more breath.
Thunderous order with eyes full of tears
Is what we call Angel of Death.

My dream is about being an angel
Echoing all of the dead.
Woe and despair are chilling my heart,
I’m looking at mother and dad.

“Linger awhile,” the Voice softens pain.
“Look!” as the Light shines on me,
“Cherish!” as parents are suddenly young.
On God, they are finally free!

Morning arrives, I wake up tomorrow.
Eternity. Memory. Sorrow.